I am in love with the green earth.

For thy sake, tobacco, I would do anything but die.

Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?

What a dead thing is a clock, with its ponderous embowelments of lead and brass, its pert or solemn dullness of communication, compared with the simple altar-like structure and silent heart-language of the old sundials! It stood as the garden god of Christian gardens. Why is it almost everywhere vanished? If its business-use be superseded by more elaborate inventions, its moral uses, its beauty, might have pleaded for its continuance.

Shut not thy purse-strings always against painted distress.

It is good to have friends at court.

Tis the privilege of friendship to talk nonsense, and to have nonsense respected.